Love's Fireproof (Niall Horan Fanfic)

10a. Niall's Seduction

*If you're below 16, then read at your own risk because below is a mature content written*

General POV

Niall hugged her, holding her tightly against him.

April reached for him, putting her small, warm hand on the back of his neck, lifting lips to his. They kissed, first lightly, then more urgently, his tongue in her mouth, her hips tilted against his, her breasts against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable.

April's tongue fluttered against Niall's, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, and it was like time unspooled. He pulled her against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough, that if he could fold her inside of him, like a mother tucking a baby into her coat, he'd do it. He'd keep her warm, he'd keep her safe, he'd keep her with him, always.

She nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with her fingertips.

He felt her slip down the bed. She unfastened his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his **** with her palm before taking him in her mouth. He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when April gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from base to tip of Niall's dick.

He slid his hands between her legs, positioning fingers and thumb the way she'd taught him. Except that wasn't right. She hadn't taught him. They'd figured it out together, how to make her cum. He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish. "Ooh," she whispered. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh," she sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam . . . and then April forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost herself inside her own pleasure. He watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.

Niall reached down and stroked her cheek, then her hair. He couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. April moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him to continue on.